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Anneliese stopped pacing, but only long enough to check her image in the mirror. The woman staring back with her familiar ebony hair and turquoise blue eyes looked equal parts terrified and ready for battle.
She let out a sigh as she watched Hugh get ready to go inside the secret passage.
“What will you do if you have to use that thing?” she demanded suddenly when he loaded the magazine into his black semi-automatic pistol.
He put it in the holster at his back and shrugged a coat over it. “I’ll deal with that when the time comes.”
She grabbed the back of his coat and he turned toward her. “Hugh. Please.”
“I’ve lost count of the kills I’ve made, Anneliese. One more will not burden my shoulders much.” His hazel eyes bore down on hers and without blinking, he added, “But with you hur
